Our little army boy Is coming home from B.F.P.O. Ive a bunch of purple flowers To decorate a mammys hero Mourning in the aerodrome The weather warmer, he is colder Four men in uniform To carry home my little soldier What could he do? Should have been a rock star But he didnt have the money for a guitar What could he do? Should have been a politician But he never had a proper education What could he do? Should have been a father But he never even made it to his twenties What a waste Army dreamers Ooh, what a waste of Army dreamers Tears oer a tin box Oh, Jesus Christ, he wasnt to know Like a chicken with a fox He couldnt win the war with ego Give the kid the pick of pips And give him all your stripes and ribbons Now hes sitting in his hole He might as well have buttons and bows What could he do? Should have been a rock star But he didnt have the money for a guitar What could he do? Should have been a politician But he never had a proper education What could he do? Should have been a father But he never even made it to his twenties What a waste Army dreamers Ooh, what a waste of Army dreamers Ooh, what a waste of all that Army dreamers Army dreamers Army dreamers, oh B.F.P.O. Did-n-did-n-did-n-dum Army dreamers Did-n-did-n-did-n-dum Mammys hero B.F.P.O. Army Dreamers Mammys hero B.F.P.O. No harm heroes Mammys hero B.F.P.O. Army dreamers. Mammys hero B.F.P.O. No harm heroes Songwriters: BUSH, KATE Army Dreamers lyrics © EMI Music Publishing youtu.be/tWdHOm256N4
Posted on: Fri, 14 Nov 2014 06:54:15 +0000
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